Chapter 11
Colton held Megan’s hand all the way down the mountain. He had a smile that wouldn’t fade for days as he listened to her contagious excitement over her new ideas for the Holiday Fair, which were inspired by their evening. It was now the “Holiday Hoe Down Bazaar,” featuring their first annual “Crystal Showdown Gala,” a formal ending to a week-long chain of events. This was one of the best days Colton had for as long as he could remember, and he hoped it wasn’t the last.
They ended their evening at his house so they could let the animals in and to bed for the night. Nancy pushed her kittens to the mudroom, followed by the other dogs and Doug the goat. Even Rambo was in for the night, perched at the top of the snuggled up stack of pets in the long, custom dog bed that lined one side of the room.
Megan was impressed by their nighttime routine and found it absolutely adorable. She sat and gave them each good night pets and sweet “good nights,” especially Duke…he was becoming quite special to her.
She found Colton in the kitchen, making popcorn and hot chocolate while gathering a few other movie snacks. They quickly settled on a romantic movie that happened to be a mutual favorite. She was surprised that he enjoyed the movie as well. He was such a man’s man but had such a loving, tender heart that it shouldn’t have surprised her.
He held her close throughout the movie as they laughed through the humor, held each other tighter through the spectacular love scenes, and of course at the end when she cried like a child over the happy yet sad ending.
“Oh, my gosh. I’ve watched that movie a million times. I don’t know why it makes me cry still! How embarrassing! Ugh, it’s just so beautiful though, to die in each other’s arms…” She hiccuped on her last word and wiped her tears, laughing at herself.
Colton reached up and caught a runaway tear from her cheek and brushed it away. “It is a really good movie.”
“I’m so impressed. Most guys wouldn’t watch it to save their lives. Nothing blows up and there isn’t any blood or fast cars,” she laughed.
“I’m not most guys I guess. I like all the other stuff you mentioned, but there is something about this movie. I suppose I just really want something like that someday. Someone to love forever, through your best and your worst,” he said shyly. “Now, I sound like a whiney jackass. Next time, let’s watch a movie where they blow shit up,” he joked.
“You don’t sound whiney. You sound amazing. Like a guy who knows what he wants and won’t settle for less. She’ll be the luckiest girl around.” Her cheeks took on color as she revealed her admiration for him and what sounded a lot like an admission.
He knew her words were anything but a proclamation of love for him, but there was indeed something there, something she felt about him. The eternal optimist that he was, his heart began to do flips as she finally let it be known that she just might be as interested in him as he was in her.
He sat her up from his chest and pulled her close and said, “No, I would be the luckiest man around.”
He kissed her. He kissed her full of heart and promise to be whatever she needed him to be for now. His kiss told her he would wait for her, whenever she was ready for more. His kiss was hot and full of the passion he wanted to share with her.
She heard his declaration loud and clear without a single word. She was ready to throw chance to the wind and explore this wonderful man who wanted her as much as she wanted him. He was one of a kind and all hers if she wanted him, and man did she want him.
She turned her body, straddling him on the couch, taking up the heat to epic levels. If he didn’t already know what her intentions were, he did now as she pressed her chest to his and slowly slid down his front, making sure to sit right where she could feel his excitement.
His hands rode up her shirt, slowly up and down her sides, finally resting them where his thumbs could tease her hardened nipples. She raised her arms for him, inviting him to strip her sweater from her body, and he was happy to oblige. Her breasts were perfectly displayed in a sexy lavender lace and satin bra with little bows above each breast. Man, he loved
her underwear. It was the sexy
expensive boudoir type…it suited her.
She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders to reveal his Adonis-like chest, hard, rippled abs, and her favorite…his wide, sexy, strong shoulders. He was something to look at, hot as hell, and she couldn’t wait to taste every inch of him. She ran her hands down every hill and valley, finding her way to his waist, undoing what stood between them.
Before she could finish, he found the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts that were as happy to see him as he was them. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
“You are so damn beautiful. You know it? So beautiful,” he said before taking her mouth again.
His hands worked her breasts while he kissed his way down her neck to her collarbone and eventually her breasts. Her head fell back in pleasure as his tongue marked her as his. He stood, holding her around his waist, and walked to his bedroom.
Placing her in the middle of his bed, he slowly undid the rest of her clothing while taking tastes of her along the way. He stood from the bed and finished removing his own clothing, gaining a sigh from his lady, who apparently wanted the joy of doing so herself – next time.
The bright moonlight was cascading in from the large window above his bed, the only light in the room, intensified by the glare off the lake. She stood to her knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, appreciating the show he was giving her. He stood there, looking at her, in all his glory. He was magnificent
.
She reached for him, unable to wait another moment to get her hands on him. All over him. She found his collarbone and sprinkled sweet kisses and nips along the trail. Her hands traced the length of his body to the impressive ‘V’ that had her mouthwatering as it led to his hardened length.
He was impressive, more than a handful, leaving her both nervous and excited to explore him more, feel him. He only let her stroke him for a moment before he held her hands, raising them above her head while laying her down. He loved the feel of her hands on him, but he loved to feel her more.
He kept one hand holding her arms above her head, the other skimming her body, leaving a trail of heated skin covered in goose bumps. Her pebbled nipples told him he was touching her in all the right places, her hot and ready folds confirming his thoughts. He gently teased her swollen bud, stroking her in sync with the motions of his tongue.
He let go of her hands, needing to touch more of her. Half on the bed, half standing, straddling one leg with his girth heavily resting on her thigh, he continued his assault, intensifying his strokes and motions in response to the breathy sounds she was making. He slipped one finger inside of her, then two, kissing a trail down her abdomen to where she wanted his mouth most.
She missed his weight on her thigh until she felt his hot breath against her most sensitive parts. His tongue was pure magic as it massaged her in heavy strokes, stopping to tease her hard knot over and over again. One leg over his shoulder, he spread her wider so he could go deeper.
Her body responded to his every touch with such erotic movement, he worried he would be done before he could start. It was hot, it was sexy, and he couldn’t get enough. Her body began to twitch when she began to move against his mouth trying to find her pleasure. His fingers slipped back in, one, then two while his free hand made her arch at the touch of her breast.
The sensations were all-consuming, so intense. Her rhythm was fast, her breathing faster, and her cries so sensual, like an aphrodisiac that hardened him to near pain as he tried to hold off his own release. He stroked her harder, faster, responding to her every movement until she cried out his name and shattered around him, riding the waves coursing through her body.
Colton slid her back and crawled up the bed between her legs, giving her long loving kisses as she came down from her high. He slowly filled her, inch by inch, giving her time to catch her breath. Before he knew what was happening, his tiny vixen had rolled on top of him, taking him all in.
She was hot, wet, and felt like a well-fitted glove covering him. Heaven. She began to ride him slowly, never breaking their kiss. Her kiss became harder, more purposeful as her pace quickened. She sat up, hands on his chest, tossing her head back. She rode him fast and hard. He held her waist, lifting her up and down as he ground into her.
It was so virile, primal even, as they made fast, hot love, both greedy for their finish. With one final thrust, deep inside her, she cried out for a second time. He felt her clench him hard, the waves of her finish squeezing him tighter like a rapid pulse until he followed with his ending, completely spent, completely satisfied, completely smitten.
He rolled her to her side, her exhaustion evident, and held her close. She eventually began to stroke him again, and he complied with her demands. This time, he made slow, sweet love to her long into the night.